Lluvia que cae
poesía que brota
corazones quebrándose
sufrimiento en la atmósfera.
Palabras sin sentido
bocas calladas
silencio infinito
que se asoma en las noches
suplicando ser oído
Un reloj resonando
con su incesante sonido
tic toc...tic toc
atormentando mentes
que viajan en el tiempo
porque no comprenden
esto que es y no lo que ha sido.
Enigmas inconclusos
que dan vueltas
y no paran
atacando a esos pobres diablos
que no saben que quieren
ni que querían.
martes, 31 de agosto de 2010
lunes, 30 de agosto de 2010
Fuck it...there's something better next!
And if he says "I'm not sure anymore"
You must say "Next"
If drama comes and get in the way
You must say "Fuck it...!" and make it end
If things become tough and your head becomes a mess
You must walk away and let it there...it's not worth it.. at all
If you have fought but results are not what you were specting
just stop... you've tried ... you must learn when things can't be resolved!
just see what's next! :)
Dude!...life is too damn short...what are you doing there...staying in one place...
when it isn't safe...not as you think it is...
you must learn to say "next" and "fuck it"...you're just better than that...you deserve better than that... life have so much more than that...go for it..and don't look back!
You must say "Next"
If drama comes and get in the way
You must say "Fuck it...!" and make it end
If things become tough and your head becomes a mess
You must walk away and let it there...it's not worth it.. at all
If you have fought but results are not what you were specting
just stop... you've tried ... you must learn when things can't be resolved!
just see what's next! :)
Dude!...life is too damn short...what are you doing there...staying in one place...
when it isn't safe...not as you think it is...
you must learn to say "next" and "fuck it"...you're just better than that...you deserve better than that... life have so much more than that...go for it..and don't look back!
viernes, 27 de agosto de 2010
En la mañanita...
El perico
el perico donde quiera es verde...
¿y que si el concepto del color está distorcionado?
¿Y que si eres daltónico?
¿Y que si no te importa...y te pintas de los colores que quieres...
y andas por ahí engañando a otros...
colocándote máscaras...
siendo una bandada
y no un solo pájaro carpintero?
Y a mí que me importa..
y a mí ya no me importa!
Solo siento lástima supongo...
¿y que si el concepto del color está distorcionado?
¿Y que si eres daltónico?
¿Y que si no te importa...y te pintas de los colores que quieres...
y andas por ahí engañando a otros...
colocándote máscaras...
siendo una bandada
y no un solo pájaro carpintero?
Y a mí que me importa..
y a mí ya no me importa!
Solo siento lástima supongo...
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